Page 29 of Destruction

He doesn’t dare move, whether that’s because he’s too fucked out, or has learned his lesson for now, it doesn’t matter. It leaves me with nothing but opportunity to fuck him harder into the desk. I’m sure the edge is cutting into his skin, but he doesn’t protest. I do love when he gives up the fight and justtakesit.

This delicate boy is so strong—even though he doesn’t believe it—that taking him apart piece by piece is an honor, one very few of us have. Holding him bruisingly tight, I thrust in a few more times before pressing deep and coming inside him.

He’s shaking and gasping as I stay still, savoring the feel of his ass contracting around me. Letting go of him, I reach around and touch a finger to his slick cockhead, swirling the sticky pre-cum around.

Roman moans. “Please…”

“No.”

I pull my hand away and then slowly remove my dick. He whines and reaches a hand back, as if to keep me inside him, but we, sadly, have other things to do.

“Are you okay, Little Prince?”

He lets out a watery laugh. “You fucked me over a desk and didn’t let me come, what do you think?”

“If you can give me attitude, you’re fine.”

He snorts and then groans as he tries to push himself up by planting both hands on the desk.

Carefully, I place my hands back on his hips and help him to stand, holding onto him for a moment to make sure he doesn’t fall over.

“Just give me a minute to catch my breath,” he says.

“Take all the time you need.” I help him back into his skirt, smirking at how his still-hard cock looks in the tight fabric.

“I regret wearing this suit,” he grouses.

“It looks good on you.” I adjust his jacket and tie, the light yellow shirt paired with the royal blue pencil skirt and jacket compliments him well. Especially now that his cheeks are flushed a rosy red.

I lift his hand and examine his chipped nails. “Have Jude fix your polish later.”

Dark green eyes meet mine. “You’re usually telling me to take the polishoff.”

“You’re the Boss, Roman. Right now, you need to look and feel the part; there will be plenty of opportunity to put you in your place once this is all over.”

“Yeah…” He looks and sounds so dejected, like he’s struggling to believe we’ll win this.

“None of that.” I lift his chin and force his gaze back to mine. “We are the Amatos, and they, whoever they are, will learn whyit’s a bad idea to fuck with us. Cristian won’t die so easily. The fucker is extremely hard to kill; ask me how I know.”

Roman huffs a little and a smile tugs at his mouth. “Thank you, Ten.”

“You can thank me by doing your job, and making your father proud.”

He doesn’t look confident, but there’s a determination that enters his eyes that wasn’t there moments before. “Okay.”

“Now,” I nod to the monitor, “shall we go release them?”

Roman laughs. “Sure.”

I lead the way into the torture chamber and don’t give a warning before turning on the lights. Both Benjamin and Jude blink rapidly as their eyes adjust to the sudden brightness.

“I am very disappointed in you, Benjamin.”

“For what? Not dying after you left me here tied up?”

I tsk and nod to Jude, who’s sitting with his hands in his lap.

Benjamin gapes. “How the fuck did you get out?”

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